I sat in front of the gym, wondering whether I should get out of Scarlet. My body was off … dull and weak. But it was time for me to ride the elliptical. I had it all planned out. Do what you say you’ll do and all that.
On Friday, before we all headed out for March Break, I told the kids that on Monday I’d be going for five hours on the elliptical. I asked them to spare a thought for me as morning turned to afternoon. A Monday marathon means a Sunday off. And a Saturday on, maybe two hours. I wanted to sense the Monday cheering from afar.
But there I sat late Saturday afternoon, with my body politely saying “No”. The angst ran through me and I made no move for my backpack. I just stared at the building. Thoughts came:
You’re a bad person if you don’t go in
Uncommitted, mentally weak, abysmal
No chance to ride across Canada if you let a little weakness stop you
You can’t have those kids cheering on the wrong day
If you don’t exercise today, you’ll gain a lot of weight [!]
And so floats my mind. Sort of laughable, in a tender way. I said no to the elliptical. I said yes to sitting in Scarlet and watching a spiritual web seminar on my phone. It was fun.
So today I’m feeling much better and two hours on the beast are in my afternoon future. Tomorrow I’ll hang loose while some children are wondering how tired I am. And Tuesday I’m aiming for the five hours.
Then there’s the rest of my life. Goals are fine. There’s a time to stretch towards them, and a time not to. Schedules are cool. There’s a time to follow them, and a time not to. May I be wise enough to know when it’s a yes and when it’s a no.